[Inappropriate ones? She didn't quite get it. She thought pre-, re-, and the rest were pretty tame compared to some curse words. Still, Ariadne offered a smile and nodded.]

She's been tracking the disapp---

[The architect stops as soon as she hears the rumbling. The train entered from the far end of the room, giving her just enough time to seize Dick's shirt and pull him off the couch sideways and onto the floor. She's staring with her mouth slightly agape (and breath coming in a panicked hurry) as the freight plows through the other wall and out of the room.]